Empty faces with blank minds drawing reasons to exist in this forlorn world where ties have turned to be pricks which is exhausting their elixir and pushing to the well of mortality.
An abject depiction of dismal rejection yearning for acceptance from the moments when time stopped and false promises sweet endearments and hopes of reunion have faded, now an infinite comma with still body and numbed mind.
With slow comprehension the truth is awakened of promises dishonoured and forsaken turning them reluctant to concede fallacious words and fragile filial bonds.
Their mournful cries fade against the impenetrable barricades but better on barricades as it supports their movement than falling on deaf ears.
Made prisoners in the old age home by unknown people once disguised , but now known.
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